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The Cursed && The Keys [ full ]

Upon a hill, found deep in the woods sits an old, large house that over looks a forest and a small village. Over the years, many legends and tales have been said about this house but as of yet, no one has ever gone to see if these rumors are even true. That is, until three girls are dared to go and visit. Upon arriving, everything seems fine, at first. That is, until they come upon three "lost souls" who seem to be trapped there. Really, they're not so much of lost souls as they are cursed individuals. . . creatures.

Hundreds of years ago, three young boys were forced out of the village, accused of witch craft. They had but one place to go and at this time, that place was the house on the hill. Then, it was said that witches resided there. They came to find that that rumor was very true. A single old witch lived there and she wasn't very happy to find these boys trespassing.

She cursed them.

One into a vampire.

To always feel the never ending thirst of blood, but never to have that thirst quenched. Never again to see the light of day. The icy cold chill that always would linger on his skin.

One into a werewolf.

For the never ending pain. Never to see the sweet full moon as it was. To feel the agonizing pain of changing into this emotionless creature and to constantly feel the need to feast upon the flesh of other creatures. Savage and unpure.

And the third who seemed to have gotten the worst of it.

One into a ghost.

To never again touch or feel the flesh of another individual unless in the moonlight. To strike fear into the likes of others and for no one to be able to truly see the way he feels. The pain he suffers to no longer be able to truly feel or know another person.

Over the years, anger as built inside of them. The witch was gone, dead, the boys weren't sure. But, the three cursed boys could never leave the hill. Trapped forever.

What the boys didn't know was that the curse could be lifted. They could be restored back to their normal selves! But, how? The girls that were soon to be visiting held the key. They could save them.

Rules
001.
I can handle semi-literacy and up. I want each post to be at least a full paragraph please. That's a total of four sentences.

002.
Follow the rules of Mene! Romance is allowed of obviously, cybering is NOT. Swearing is fine, just don't over do it!

003.
Fill out the whole profile skeleton and PM it to me once it's done. Remember, I'm only accepting 3 human girls and 3 supernatural males. A werewolf, a ghost, and a vampire.

004.
DO NOT join my roleplay if you are NOT going to post! It's senseless and annoying! Who the hell joins a roleplay if they're never going to post. There are LIMITED spaces and so it'll do nothing more than slow everyone else down while we're waiting for YOU!
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[B]Username:[/B]

[b]Full Name:[/b] *Three names. First, Middle, Last, English.

[b]Age:[/b] *Boys age should all be about the same. Because of that, I'll say 526-528. They should appear to be around 16 and 18.

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Position:[/b] *Girls = Keys. Boys = Vampire, Werewolf, Ghost.

[b]Race:[/b] *Girls = Human. Boys = Vampire, Werewolf, Human/Ghost.

[b]Appearance:[/b] *Anime, please!

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Short Bio:[/b] *Girls = This doesn't have to be very long at all. It only has to include their family life in the village up til now. Boys = As for the boys, their family life in the village 510 years ago and anything after that that you may see important.

[b]Crush/Love:[/b] *Not required to be filled out yet. I will do it for you when you ask, later.

[b]Other:[/b] *Optional.

Profiles

Username: Antique Doll
Full Name: Alice Kelsey Malorie Hemmings
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: The First Key
Race: Human
Appearance: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...mal_yellow.jpg
Personality: Alice has always been the calm and quiet type. She has the tendency to keep to herself, though not completely. For as long as she can remember, she has always been lazy. She would rather stop and watch everything around her pass by than go along with things. It's simply that she likes things to go at her own pace rather than at the worlds pace. Her temper is hot and those who know her well know that it is far from wise to anger her. She isn't afraid to tell someone what she thinks of them and if she feels the need, she will lay it on bluntly.
Short Bio: Having grown up the youngest of six, Alice always felt somewhat neglected when compared to her brothers and one sister, one of the brothers being her twin. She had always found refuge at school, when she was with her friends though, she didn't exactly have many. She lived on a small farm with her family, her father made little money off of their not-so-prosperous land and her mother would nit mittens and sweaters to sell to a small, local clothing store. Alice herself worked as much as she could but recently, quit her job after finally being able to purchase her two instruments. When she had taken the dare, she had no idea what was in store for her. The house on the hill was probably one of the last things that was on her mind. However, once in a blue moon she would find herself lingering on the house, trying her best to see into the specks that were the windows of the house.
Crush/Love: N/A
Other: She has mastered a couple of instruments but only really plays the violin and flute. Her passion is music and usually, she carries with her one of her favorite instruments.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Fang13

Username: Fang13
Full Name: Willow Shawna Grey
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Position: Key
Race: Human
Appearance: http://i444.photobucket.com/albums/q...08/ANIME-4.jpg
Personality: Quiet at first, but if you get her started, she's a real blabbermouth. Doesn't mean she's nice--she can make a lot of rude/sarcastic comments to everyone. She can seem unemotional, but what's on the outside, isn't on the inside. Also, she's very artsy and a smartass at times.
Short Bio: Her family's pretty normal. Same with her life. She's the troublemaker though. The only real criminal you'd find at her village and she isn't a very serious one. Her mother hates the fact she isn't her dream daughter, but her father keeps her mom at bay.
Crush/Love:
Other: She's a Pacifist.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lady Chello

Username: Lady Chello
Full Name: Bree Alee Snow
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Position: Keys
Race: Human
Appearance:http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_im...anime_girl.jpg
Personality: Bree is a kind and loving person. She is very caring and can't stand to see anything in pain. She is one of the few that you can count on to have your back no matter what you do and always have a smile and hug for you even on your worst days.
Short Bio: Bree lives with her parents in the village, where they own a small house in the middle of the village.When Bree isn't at school she can be found helping her parents at their flower shop. Becaue of her hyperness she is the best sales person the shop has. She also has a nack for growing things. Bree has a hard time though when it comes to talking with others. Because she was raised as the only child, and has only been around adults talking to others her own age is hard for her. Her thoughts are to deep for most her age to understand so she keeps her thougths and her mouth shut around others her own age. After being dared by a few of the girls at her school, bree found herself at the old house she had promised never to go to. She hopes she doesn't end up like the others who found themselfs there....and never came back.
Crush/Love: N/A
Other: Bree is hyper and quit the clutz. She can't even walk without falling. Everyone who knows her that if you are talking to her then you don't see her, it just means she found the ground again.

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Originally Posted by Remaro

Username: Remaro
Full Name: Anthony Richard Charslton
Age: 527, looks 17
Gender: Male
Position: Ghost
Race: Human/Ghost.
Appearance: http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5095/anime2so8.jpg
Personality: Anthony is pretty anti-social, he doesn’t talk unless he has to, these incidents are very few and far between. He can be a little cold and seems to enjoy teasing others. However, occasionally he’ll show his softer side and will help someone with a problem. While he doesn’t let others know it, he can care for people and if he decides he likes someone, he can be practically charming to them. Anthony is also a bit of a clean freak, so it annoys him when he can’t pick up objects to clean the building with. He has a good control over his temper, it takes a lot to make him snap, but when he does he can be quite frightening, then won’t speak for a while afterwards.
Short Bio: Anthony was always a quiet boy, he never went out of his way to get to know people. He preferred his own company, though he was helpful around the house and with his siblings so his parents cared deeply for him. This anti-social behaviour made people naturally suspicious of him. Anthony had problems sleeping (insomnia) so he would often walk around his home, cleaning or doing other chores to keep busy at night. People saw the lights flickering in the rooms and heard noises of his movement and of course decided that it had to be secret witch craft rituals that he was performing. They forced him to leave, along with two other boys, they went to the house on the hill and he was cursed, forever to be trapped as a ghost, to never feel or know another human properly again.
Crush/Love: N/A
Other: He is an insomniac, a clean freak and loves books and reading. When he was little, he once had a recurring dream that huge mounds of dirt and mud would invade his house and smother him with mud and such. (He’s a little weird like that, and he’s never told anyone, nor will he ever tell anyone)

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Originally Posted by Lady Chello

Username:Lady Chello
Full Name: Vincent Zane Emrick
Age: 528
Gender:Male
Position:Vampire
Race:Vampire
Appearance:http://c2.api.ning.com/files/B1Ghweg...inejilover.jpg
Personality: Before the cures he was thought to be carefree and clam. He was very loyal and would help anyone with no hesitation. He was full of life and positive energy. Though now after some years he has become more of a loner keeping to the shadows. His positive energy is gone though for the right person it may show its self once in a while along with the old Vincent. .
Short Bio: Before the curse was put up on him, Vincent had been a gifted blacksmith in the village. He was use to all the ladies of the town coming by his shop to admire his work. Vincent at that time was a care free soul, enjoying life as it went. When he wasn't at his shop or with his friends he was keeping a eye on his family making sure they had everything they needed. Vincent was very protective of his little sister Alee. After almost losing her at birth he made sure to spend as much time with her as he could. Vincent always made her special gifts from his shop and took her on trips to different villages. To hear Alee's laugh would make his heart melt. Though his favorite was her soft hugs she would give him before he went to work every morning. After becoming cursed the worst thing for Vincent was watching his dear little Alee cry night and day at the edge of the village for him to come home. The thing that haunts him till this day was the night she came to the house. He had been feeding on a poor soul who had wandered into the yard. When he looked from his meal he saw his dear sister. The pain and fear that he saw in her eyes broke his heart as he looked at her. He went to catcher before she could run and explain that he wasn't a monster though, instead he chased her to her death. She was so scared she didn't see the the rock that tripped her up or the broken tree limb that pierced her through and through. The last thing she yelled before she meet her end was monster and demon. Those words and that memory have never left him.
Crush/Love:
Other: Vincent is known for his music talents about the village. When ever a flute can be heard the villagers know the house's demon is out to play. It is said that he lures his victims with his flute song looking innocent and acting like a gentleman then when they lest expect it taking their life from them. Though none who have fallen for the flute players song has ever returned to tell their tell of the story. So no one is really sure if the flute they hear is from the house's demon or just a child playing a game. Though the flute can never be heard in the daylight.

Quote:

Originally Posted by dustland_fairytale

Username: dustland_fairytale
Full Name: Holden Mathias Reid
Age: 528, appears 18
Gender: Male
Position: Werewolf
Race: Werwolf
Appearance: http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/i...101/guykj5.jpg
Personality: Holden likes getting straight to the point about things, making him come off as pushy. He hates secrets kept from him but rarely gives away his own. He always makes eye-contact when talking to someone. He likes to make what he believes is the right decision, even for other people sometimes. There's an independence, and need to prove himself that's been lurking in him since he was a child. He's a philosopher of sorts.
Short Bio: Holden was a boy with a set mind and and steady hand. His beliefs about life and the world around him, however, did not coincide with his "simple" father's and there were daily fights within the household. Being an only child, all his father's anger was directed at him. He knew how to hold his own and prove his point and this infuriated his father so much that things often ended in violence. His strange opinions began to get around the village and he was eventually accused of practicing dark magic. He was shunned, along with two other boys and cursed upon reaching a strange house on a hill. After his transformation he spent most of his time in the basement, hiding from the moon and thinking. He has just decided to emerge within the last three centuries.
Crush/Love:
Other: Holden still feels isolation and very little connection to or empathy for the other boys. On nights when the moon is full, the villagers hide their pets and children and lock their doors and windows, praying they won't be found by the beast.

The House

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...icePlayers.jpg
Above is an image of the house on the hill. It's pretty much the floor plan.
The boys can leave the fence and go off the hill but, they can't go more than a mile away from the hill. Once they reach that invisible barrier, they can't walk any further.

'I can't believe what I'm doing,' Alice couldn't help but think as she made her way through the forest and towards the hill. Her soft gray eyes gazed in front of her, she was almost there. Why had they taken the dare? She didn't have to do this, she could have just turned around right then and went home. But, she found that she couldn't force herself to turn around. She wouldn't allow herself to deal with the taunting of those who had dared her to do it to begin with. She had no other choice but to just go through with her. But, hell. There was nothing there anyway. It was just an old, empty, run down house on a hill. That was it.

What was there to worry about?

Finally, she had reached the hill and began to make her way up its steep side. She wasn't exactly sure how far behind the other girls were. She hoped they weren't too far, seeing as she didn't exactly want to go in by herself, just in case the floor caved in on her, she'd like the extra help.

Holden trudged up the steps to the main floor of the house. He looked silently out the kitchen window with his seemingly characteristic frown. "I could have sworn I heard something from downstairs," he muttered to himself, looking around to see if the other two were anywhere near him. He didn't need them thinking he was loony, with the whole "huddled up like a freak in a corner" thing still fresh in his mind. Well, he was a freak after all. But then again, they all were now. Since that night...How long had it been? How many suns and moons had he missed? Too many. Even in the cold dark of the basement the hair on the back of his neck had stood on end for each of the three nights that were meant only to torture him now. He shuddered at the thought.

Vincent was busy at work in the basement fixing up the old doors that lead to it. The fixtures on them had longed wore out. He had just finished putting the new ones he had made on the doors when his eyes flashed upstairs. He moved back further into the basement as he placed his hand over his mouth. There was no denying that smell. He fell in one of the dark corners as he tried to fight the urge to attack. The human had to be close so close he could taste the blood. He closed his eyes as he tried to fight the urge. He was happy to hear the basement door shut and lock it's self though he knew it was of his own doing. That was the one thing positive out of the curse it had given him some powers thought the rest was to much to bare. Having to smell humans was the worst of part of the curse. All he wanted was to rip them apart and drink till him was content though no matter how many he lured and feed upon his thirst never went away. "T-There are HUMANS HERE!" His voice echoed through the house as he sat in the basement like a crazy person trying to keep from falling into his urge to attack the human.

Alice arched an eyebrow, listening closely. She could've sworn she'd heard a sound coming from the direction of the house. She shrugged it off, imagining her mind was probably playing tricks on her. She's finally, Alice walked through the gate, placing one hand on a post momentarily as she passed it, her eyes gazed over the old building. It seemed as though it could've fallen apart any second. Looking behind her, her eyes looked over the hill to try and catch a glimpse of her friends. She must've arrived early? After a moment of thought and pacing across the porch, Alice decided to wait a moment for them to arrive, maybe they would soon. Otherwise, she'd simply take the chance and enter on her own. 'Nothing to be afraid of, it's just an abandoned house,' she thought as her fingers played with the black leather strap that was across her chest. Her violin case rested on her back, a purse like bag hung over her shoulder containing a couple sandwiches, water, a first-aid kit, and a couple more supplies that she thought she may have needed. A video camera as well.

Vincent's eyes widen as he smelt the wonderful sent grow stronger. The smell was to sweet and innocent to be a male it had to come from a female. The sent was to intoxicating to ignore. He moved to the other corner where he had made chains and shackles for himself when such things happen. He hurried to place them on him before he lost all self control and went out and feasted up on the poor girl. He looked about him for something to keep him busy so he wouldn't think of the smell. He smiled and nodded as he saw his silver flute next to him on his table. He got up and went to it. Fumbling to put the three pieces together. He placed the mouthpiece to his lips as he closed his eyes and blew across it. A haunting melody escaped from the hollow flute as he began to play. He felt slightly relaxed though the urge wouldn't let him be. He kept playing hoping to drowned out the urge to attack. He really hoped one of the others would remove the human before he let the urge win and take another life.

There was absolutely no mistaking the next sound she heard. The sound of a flute, a sound she recognized. She played one herself, although the violin was the instrument of her choice. She could also play the piano and guitar, although that was all. Her fingers wrapped around the strap of her flute and tightened as she listened closely to the soft melody that emitted itself from the old, rickety house. Then, it came to her. The only way to explain the sounds she heard from the house. 'Those horrible girls from school, they'd put us up to this and now, they're trying to scare us away?' she thought, a scowl crossing over her face, her eyes narrowing at the ground. Walking to the edge of the porch, she took a seat on the bottom step and pulled her violin case into her lap. She opened the case and pulled out the instrument, along with the bow and listened to the melody and in return, she began to play. She wasn't afraid of some tape recording, but she figured the girls from school would've came up with something much more creepy. Although, it really was quite nice although the slightest bit bone chilling. She could imagine that the sound of her violin, possibly combined with that of the flute, would have ran over the woods and maybe even all the way to the village. And she also knew very well that her friends, if they were on their way, already heard the notes.

Willow yawned, wandering around. Awesome... Creepy... Dark... Weird... She managed a small smile, I like. Then, a memory of her best friend coming in with the Spanish version, exclaiming: "Si, si, me gusta!" Willow almost laughed, but held herself back. Okay, so am I the only one here? Helloooo? Where is everyone?... Oh yeah, that's right... These are thoughts. People don't read thoughts. She reminded herself, her shoes clacking on the wooden floors.

So... What happened to the kitchen? I've been wandering around for a while... Where's the kitchen? I'm starved... Willow managed to walk into a wall, not watching where she was walking.

Vincent looked to where he heard the violin being played. In all his years he had never had anyone play back to him. He closed his eyes as he changed his melody in response to the beautiful violin playing. It had been a long time since anyone had played with him. Not after the night some of the villagers had seen many of the children stand outside of his home as he played and the strange light that came from his home as he played. They accused him of using magic to control the children and make them do his biding. Though now the beautiful notes that came from the violin make him want to play louder. The urge now wasn't as bad as his melody quicken answering the others melody. He wandered who was the one playing as he sat shackled still in the basement of the old house.

Holden jolted when he heard Vincent's exclamation and again when he heard a thump in the other room. He tilted his nose up and sniffed. As he identified the scent, his eyes widened. "There's one in the house?!?" he hissed, again to only himself. "And why the hell is everyone playing music?!" He let out a very convincing animal-like growl, and jumped back until he saw the pantry. As fast as he could, he crammed himself in it and shut the door. Thank God it's not the full moon tonight, he thought, listening intently.

Alice sighed, no longer willing to sit and wait. She stopped her playing and placed her violin back into it's case, then pushed herself off the steps and turned around to the door. As soon as she entered the building she heard a growl. She figured that it was very possible for a wild animal to be about and so, it didn't worry her too much. As she walked through the house, thoughts raced through her head. Things seemed so neat, clean, well put together. It seemed as though if someone were staying here. Only, no one seemed to be there at all. Well, maybe. She had heard the music and a growl. Maybe. . . Alice shook the thoughts out of her head and headed straight into the dining room. "Is anyone here?" she questioned, looking about the dining room and listening for any kind of reply.

Vincent stopped playing as the sent of human grew stronger. He put the flute down as he placed his hand over his mouth again trying to fight the urge to attack. There was two them now, no mistaking them for anything but human. Their blood called out to him as he sat in the corner like a crazed man rocking back and forth. He prayed they hurried and left. Vincent didn't know how much longer he could control himself. He tighten the chains as he sat there enduring the torturer that was befalling him. He wandered why the others hadn't made them leave yet. He closed his eyes as he tried not to think about their blood. Though when he closed his eyes he could hear each breath they took and the beating of their heart. He open his eyes as he let out a growl like scream slamming himself into the wall fighting to control himself. Not wanting to hear those words or see those eyes again.

Anthony frowned as he looked up in alarm. Sounds of something other than the current inhabitants of the house had approached his ears and, accompanied with Vincent's warning call he realised exactly what the matter was. Rising from the seat he had been 'sitting' on, he looked around, listening intently. The others were making so much noise, first the music playing. Which really, did they want to lure the girls in? Then a growl, faint so it must have come several rooms away. With a sigh he shook his head. They were probably hiding, he didn't blame them. One drank the blood of humans dry while the other became a 'flesh eating' wolf. It almost made him laugh, thinking about the pleasant company he kept. However Anthony remained silent as he drifted towards a wall, and walked through it to the corridor beyond.
"Where's the moonlight when you need it?" He mumbled to himself as he continued passing through the walls, only to stiffen, his eyes wide as he stared at what was in front of him. A human girl in their dining room. Thankfully she was facing the other way and he quickly ducked down, crouching beneath the table, with part of the legs passing through his chest. What? A ghost couldn't feel anything, it wasn't as if having a table leg through his chest hurt at all. If need be though, he'd have to make a run for it through the wall, but he didn't want to risk it yet.

"Shut up, Vincent. For god's sake, I can smell them too you know," Holden hissed, swallowing and pressing himself against the shelves as though that would hide him better. He was standing on his tip-toes so he'd be less likely to make the floor squeak and his legs were starting to spasm a little. Why on earth would these humans wander in here? And for crying out loud, why wouldn't they leave? The scream from below set his already fraying nerves off and he started, sending a jar of some kind of food toppling off it's shelf. In the blink of an eye he had caught it and frozen again to listen.

Alice's back straightened and her eyes widened as she heard the sound. Sor a split second, she could have sworn she'd seen something from the corner of her eye. What it was however, she did not know. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to find out either. She walked over to the table for a moment, pulled out a chair and considered having a seat before she turned to head into the kitchen. There was really nothing of great interest in there. A wood burning stove, counter tops, an old sink and so on. Then, there was the pantry. If there were anything in there, she couldn't have quite imagined how old it would've been. This did peek her interest and so, she walked towards the pantry and pulled open the door without even having a second thought about doing so.

Unfortunately when she opened it, her eyes met the face of a young male she had never seen before and that was enough to offer up a terrified shriek from the poor girl. She quickly slammed the door back shut, in the males face and turned to stumble out of the room, without asking a single question. Before she had the odd feeling that there were people there, a horrible joke played by the girls who dared them to come here. She'd never seen that boy before so whether it were those girls or not, Alice wasn't going to ask questions. She barely made it back into the kitchen before she stumbled over the chair she herself had pulled out and landed on the floor on the other side. "Ow, ow," she muttered, examining her newly splintered hand. But as soon as she glanced to the left and beneath the table what she saw, she could no longer handle. Another boy, only much more transparent and this, was enough to make the poor girl faint.

Holden's eyes looked like they just might pop out of his head when he was discovered. They then shut tight in a flinch as the door was immediately shut again. He heard her walk about and then fall over, mutter to herself and then there was silence. He could smell a hint of fear in the air. Slowly, cautiously, he opened the pantry door and peered about. Finally his eyes fell on the girl he had seen before; she was still. Was she dead? Then he caught sight of the knocked over chair. She had tripped. He walked over to her, and stood a few feet away, examining her with an animal-like wariness, as though he was afraid she'd leap up and yell "Surprise!" any minute. At last he knelt and felt for her pulse. She was alive. From this position, he saw another contributor to the girl's fainting. "You're floating through a chair, Anthony. Excellent way to keep the mortal's mind from being scarred." There was no sarcasm in his voice, it was a flat, matter-of-fact sort of talk.

Vincent looked up above him as he heard something fall. He didn't smell any blood that was a good thing. He wandered if he could behave long enough to see what was going up there. Vincent closed his eyes as he sat in his corner and tried to lesson to what was being said. He was still afraid that he would lose control if he dared to leave the basement. He looked to the table as he released himself from his chains and shackles. He went to the table and grabbed the handkerchief that was laying there. He had done good going up the stairs of the basement. Though when he open the door the sent hit him forcing him to his knees as he placed the handkerchief over his mouth trying to hide his fangs as he shut the door a quite as he could returning to the safety of the basement. Why where the humans still there and why where the others no ruing them off. If they didn't leave soon he would have to take their blood.

She wasn't exactly sure how long she had been out when she regained consciousness. Her eyes shut, a weak feeling seeming to talk hold of her body only to slowly ease itself away. After a moment of laying there, eyes shut she finally lifted a hand and rubbed her eyes. She must not have been there long because, as soon as they were open once more, she recalled right away why exactly she had fainted. She felt the feeling coming back over her but she pushed it away as soon as she thought of her violin. "Oh, god please say I didn't break it!" she muttered, pushing herself off the floor and feeling for her case. The case felt just fine, her violin was sure to still be in tact.

But then, her eyes shifted to gaze up at the male who had been in the pantry. Maybe, the other ghost boy was just a figment of her imagination? She pushed herself to her feet before taking the time to look, but instead looked over to the other. "What are you doing here?" she questioned, backing herself to the wall. Really, where were her friends when you needed them most?

Holden jumped up, standing with his arms pressed at his side. "Uh, um," he fidgetted, racking his brain for a decent response. "Just...checking out this old creepy house," he blurted out, shrugging. "I, um, heard it was haunted and came here and then I heard you and kinda," he laughed in embarrasement and scratched his ear, his speech becoming more natural as the lie formed, "hid in there." He pointed to the pantry. Silently, he wished Vincent wouldn't try coming upstairs, no matter how valiant fighting his bloodlust might seem to him.

"If you say so," she muttered, turning around and walking from the dining room. She'd continue to wonder the house and if he happened to be doing the same thing as herself, there'd be no problem in wondering around some more. From there, she walked through the living room and into the Library. When she entered, she was actually surprised by the number of books that lined the shelves. Hundreds of books and each one looking interesting in it's own way. Alice strolled over to the shelves, scanning over the ones that were labeled. Many of them seemed to be old spell books. A bunch of lies, it seemed to her. Magic wasn't real. . . At least, so she thought. To her side, she looked and spotted a staircase. She'd travel up that way only after she got bored with reading he book titles.

Vincent moved to further in the basement as he moved to the old spell book he had placed down there. He flipped through it trying to find something to help with his urge to attack. He had went through the book before not finding anything but maybe he had forgotten something. There had to be something he could use. He flipped through the pages frantically as he heard movement again in the house. Even with the other two that he shared the house with there was never this much movement in the house.